Douluo's golden dragon reverses the world

Chapter 325 Master
"That kind of sense of accomplishment is like...watching my own children grow up little by little. The small trees I cultivated sprouted little by little from the original seedlings, and then thrived little by little. Ye Mao..."

"Maybe... For me, I already regarded him as my child at that time. Even if he is not my own grandson, I still have the urge to regard him as my own grandson."

"Brother, do you know..." Suddenly, Golden Crocodile Douluo seemed to recall something, and a somewhat excited look appeared in his pupils.

"..."

"That day, that little guy actually called me Master... Do you know how happy I was that day?"

"Hehe, I didn't expect that with such an old bone, there is still water in my eyes. There has never been a day when I feel as happy as that day. At that moment, I even felt that even if it was that moment, I died. I am also satisfied, no longer have any regrets..."

"Brother, can you understand what it feels like?"

"..."

Qian Daoliu did not speak, and he remained silent from the beginning to the end.

call--!
Taking a deep breath, Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes suddenly flickered, staring closely at Qian Daoliu's ancient and uneven cheeks, and said: "Brother, let me ask you, if today, the person who was taken away It's Cher, what will you do?"

"..."

Qian Daoliu still didn't respond to him, but when Golden Crocodile Douluo said "the captured Xue'er", a coldness flashed across his pupils.

Undoubtedly, if it was Qian Renxue, then he would have absolutely no hesitation at all, and would definitely mobilize the power of the entire Spirit Hall, even if the final result was a war with the Star Dou Forest, or even in a situation where he could not understand the details of the opponent at all. However, he would still choose to go to war without hesitation.

Moreover, he can be sure that Bibi Dong will never object to this matter.

Comparing his heart to his heart, Qian Daoliu really understood the current state of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

But all these conditions are not valid, as long as it has nothing to do with Qian Renxue, then...

Everything is not important anymore.

"..."

Taking a last look at Qian Daoliu, who was downcast and silent on the high platform, Golden Crocodile Douluo turned around, moved his footsteps lightly, and walked slowly towards the gate.

"stop."

Finally, Qian Daoliu finally spoke.

However, Golden Crocodile Douluo didn't pay attention to his intentions, and didn't stop walking.

"..."

Qian Daoliu's hands tightened, and the corners of his mouth opened slightly.

"..."

Suddenly, at the last moment when he was about to step through the gate, Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly stopped.

"I'm sorry, big brother, in the future, I may not be able to fulfill the promise I made to you..."

"Within seven days, if I haven't come back, you can just assume that I'm dead..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo took one last look at the main hall, and at the same time looked around at all the priests present, and then without hesitation, took the second leg.

"The little guy is back."

Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo was about to fly towards the Star Dou Forest, Qian Daoliu's voice suddenly came from behind him.

tread!
There was a crisp sound of drooping footsteps, and Golden Crocodile Douluo's hind leg that was just about to jump suddenly stopped.

Immediately, he turned his head slowly and looked at Qian Daoliu on the first seat with an incredulous expression on his face.

"This is the news that just came from the Pope's Palace, you can see for yourself..."

Qian Daoliu didn't say much, just took out a piece of paper that appeared out of thin air, and then entrusted it with soul power and handed it to Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo quickly took the floating letter paper, and held it in his palm like a treasure.

There are no redundant words on it, only six simple words: "The Son of God is in the Pope's Palace".

Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo was staring at these words, Qian Daoliu's voice suddenly sounded again: "The little guy has already arrived at Wuhun City when he was in Si, and he met his teacher in the Pope's Palace. According to the news from the side, that little guy is now rushing to your other courtyard..."

call out! !

Qian Daoliu's voice just fell, and the next second, there was a sound of air shuttle in the air.

And after this voice fell, the Golden Crocodile Douluo who was originally standing at the entrance of the main hall was nowhere to be seen.

……

……

Whoo, whoo!

The blood-red eagle wings kept flapping behind it, leading the white dragon's body forward at a high speed. From a distance, one could even see only a blood-colored stream of light streaking across the sky.

Crossing the familiar mountains and forests, Bailong followed the route in his memory and flew forward at high speed. After a while, a vast and beautiful manor appeared in front of him.

After falling, Bailong was just about to walk in, but a very powerful and familiar aura suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

Under the gaze of Bailong, a golden stream of light flashed across the sky like a shooting star, and rushed towards him in a straight line. With a bang, the figure fell, and smoke and dust were everywhere. The broad figure rushed out of the smoke and dust suddenly, and hugged him under Bailong's slightly astonished gaze.

"I'm sorry, master, for making you worry..."

Sensing Golden Crocodile Douluo's powerful embrace, Bai Long's eyes flickered with some inexplicable fluctuations, the vocal cords in his throat trembled uncontrollably, and he said in a low voice.

"Don't talk about it, if you can live, everything else is not important..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help tightening his arms holding Bai Long, his voice was also very heavy.

Being hugged by Golden Crocodile Douluo, feeling the familiar and friendly aura of the latter, Bai Long opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't speak.

Is everything unimportant...

Recalling the words of Golden Crocodile Douluo, Bai Long's heart was filled with emotion for a moment.

In the eyes, a bit of unbearable and struggling appeared faintly.

This should be the first hug between their master and apprentice, right?

Do not……

That warm feeling, and the bursts of warmth flowing into the atrium, are not so much master and apprentice, but more like relatives...

loved ones...

When thinking of this word, Bailong's brain was full of thoughts for a moment, and even his complexion faintly struggled.

But soon, this struggle disappeared, and Bai Long's expression also returned to his usual calm and natural at the same time.

I don't know how long it took before Golden Crocodile Douluo finally let go of the white dragon in his arms. After rubbing his eyes and checking twice, he was finally sure that he wasn't dreaming.

(End of this chapter)